Two Emerging Portals Combine Into One Poem by Mark Heathcote

Wishing well, wishing well
I've looked deep into your eyes.
And see two emerging portals combined into one.
Leading to a doorway that says Enter.
This way to the canteen of perpetual life;
A pear or a grape
A tree or a bird
A flame or an ivy bough in full fruit or flower
This is not the hour for heaven or hell.

It is only the core of me.
This is not a watery, bitter bayou
Or part of the Antarctic Peninsula…
This is not a mountain ascending the stars-
Or a subterranean Minotaur's labyrinth.
Or a river running deep underground
This is the core.
The center of me dissolving all that I am into you.